Get a Hold

This I need to get a hold:
stand up and be bold.
What good am I
if I always cry?
This is no good
I have understood.
Though it is so hard
feeling I am marred.
Being good for nothing
in my ears tries to ring.
I need to push it out
and not let it about,
and keep the interior
from feeling inferior;
otherwise it robs my wealth
and causes poor health.
So I’ll now conclude,
take all thoughts construed,
meant for harm,
causing me alarm,
throw them away
each and every day.
Don’t let them stay
otherwise I’ll pay
a dear price.
Rebuke evil’s device.